Back at it again! Looks like a smoother release schedule in the coming days of Autobot Crusaders!
Disclaimer: I do not own Transformers or Jojo's Bizarre Adventure.
Bumblebee has discovered the truth behind his evil spirit. He wields the power of a "Stand," given to him by Optimus Prime.
He returns to his normal lifestyle, and does his best to act normal after the sudden developments. However, on the way to school one morning, Bumblebee has a near-death experience, and meets a strange out-of-town guest named Crosshairs...
Bumblebee slid the door to his house open. Ankle-long uniform coat, and shoes and pants were his uniform.
It was time for school. Greeeeat.
"Bumblebee! Wait!" Called Charlie.
"Hm?"
"You forgot something!"
"That being?"
"A goodbye kiss!"
Charlie raced up to give her child a kiss on the cheek before he left the premises.
"S-Stop that." Bumblebee barked, hiding his embarrassment. Finally, he managed to gently push he off as he said, "Stop being so clingy!"
Charlie, with a pout, said, "Okay then! Have a good day at school!" As she waved him off.
Bumblebee walked to school. He was still trying to wrap his head around the events of the past few days. He discovered his "Stand," He got into a fight with a his legal guardian's bodyguard, and found out about some weird taboo person who was up to no-good again.
"Yare yare daze..." He muttered.
As time passed, he found that the bizarre incident had gotten no more clearer, no matter which way he thought about it.
Come to think of it, what happened to that policewoman?
Didn't matter. The deed was done, no point in sticking on it.
Bumblebee was reaching the school building. He could tell because there was an increasing amount of schoolgirls wearing his school's uniform.
"Hey, girls! It's Bumblebee." One girl said, alerting others to his presence.
"What?! Bumblebee?"
"You're right! It's Bee!"
Great. Just great.
Bumblebee wasn't one for groupies or crowds. In fact, he had sensitive hearing, and got really annoyed at repetition or loud repetition. It was thus that he made of a habit of speaking as less as possible.
And this was before they actually started grouping on him.
"Good morning, Bumblebee!"
"Bumblebee!"
"Heya, Cutie-Bee!"
"Where've you been?"
"You've been absent for four days!"
"What've you been up too?" The last girl said as she came up and wrapped her arms around his left arm. This was getting too close for comfort. Bumblebee had to make her shove off somehow.
Bumblebee shot her a glare, which only made her blush.
Because of course that's how intimidation works.
Suddenly, another girl came up and pushed away from Bumblebee.
"Why're you getting so clingy with Bumblebee?!" She questioned, "You're getting too close to him! Stay away from Bumblebee you cow!"
"What was that, you ironing board?"
"Shut up, cow!"
Bumblebee simply continued on his commute as the girls turned their backs to each other and began to throw the name-calling.
"Cow."
"Flat."
"Cow."
"Flat."
The girls then began to walk side-by-side as they continued their fast-paced repetition.
"Cow."
"Flat."
"Cow."
"Flat."
They stopped walking, faced each other, and began to throw words at the highest and fastest intensity.
"COW!"
"FLAT!"
"COW!"
"FLAT!"
"COW!"
"FLAT!"
"COW!"
"FLAT!"
"COW!
"FLAT!"
"SHUT UP!" Bumblebee exploded as he glared over his shoulder, "You're so freaking annoying!"
However, instead of feeling reprimanded for their actions, this sent all the girls in the group into a fit of delighted squealing.
"He said it to me!"
"No way! That was totally meant for me!"
Bumblebee was simply left uncomfortable. Why in their right mind would be turned on by getting scolded and shouted at? If anything, it's a huge turn down. Girls were just very peculiar, especially teenage girls. Bumblebee's face revealed his disturbed mind.
"Yare yare daze..." He muttered under his breath as he continued his walk.
"Wait up, Bumblebee!"
"Hang on!"
The group of girls then began to follow his path as he tried to subtly escape their proximity.
Several meters back, a Caucasian man, presumably new to Japan, was painting a portrait.
He wore an emerald green and black duster coat. An emerald green Slingshot Helmet, a pair of flight goggles attached to a tactical headset. He had custom biker boots, and what appeared to be leather straps on his hips.
(Note: The "Slingshot Helmet" is a reference to Crosshairs's Helmet in Live-Action Transformers movies.)
The man was painting a portrait of Bumblebee. Although it looked hardly something to write home about, the man pressed onward as though he were one of the world's greatest artists.
Bumblebee was currently walking towards a set of very unnervingly high stairs. Any normal person would be a little off-put but the sheer number of stairs going down, but Bumblebee couldn't have cared less.
A fatal mistake.
The mysterious man had dabbed red on his brush, and took a gander at Bumblebee.
Bumblebee was starting to make his way down the stairs.
The man observed eagerly.
Suddenly, he slashed the canvas with his brush, leaving a red streak on the image's right leg.
Out of nowhere, a sudden tiny object streaked against Bumblebee's right leg, and cut it open, much like the reaction of when one plays with a voodoo doll which is tied to one person.
Bumblebee flinched, doing his best not to cry out in pain.
Not only was he hurt, but stunned by the injury from something he had never seen. The force from the attack had tripped Bumblebee, forcing not only to reel, but begin to fall the rest of the way down the stairs. Judging from the height of each step and the distance from one end of the stairs to the other, Bumblebee quickly found that falling from his current elevation would kill him for sure.
The schoolgirls all gasped in horror at the sight of their beloved foreign crush falling to his doom.
Bumblebee quickly analyzed as he fell.
From the outward length of each step, he determined his landing area would be the very base of the stairs. Taking into account the angle of his fall, he'd fall on his head on die of head trauma.
He needed a landing strategy. NOW.
Bumblebee looked to the heavens.
Trees.
Wait! He could use the trees to break his fall.
He may still be new to it...
Bumblebee's Stand suddenly came forth, and snagged the nearest and sturdiest-looking branch. The Stand's grip held fast, and caused Bumblebee to swing to the ground as though he were swinging from a rope.
The schoolgirls all raced down the stairs after him.
"Bumblebee!"
"Look! He's moving!"
"The branches must've stopped his fall!"
"He's alright!"
"But that wound on his leg..."
"No doubt about it." Thought Bumblebee, "Someone just tried taking a shot at me...But who?"
"Bumblebee! You're alright!"
"You had us worried!"
Back at the top of the stairs, the man took a gander at his handiwork.
"Oi?" He said to himself, "Kid must have quite the Stand if he managed that."
The man then threw aside his canvas portrait.
"No wonder he wants me to get rid of 'im." He said in a Scottish accent, "Although..."
The man watched as Bumblebee struggled to his feet.
"...The brat's nothing compared to my Stand."
Bumblebee stumbled. His leg was in a sorry state.
"You gave us a scare."
"Are you okay, Bumblebee?"
"You're lucky! Had you been a few centimeters off, you would've landed on your head and died!"
"Accidents like that happen on these stairs a lot!"
"Starting tomorrow, I think it's best if you hold my hand when you walk down these steps." One bold girl suggested.
This earned her murderous glares from the other girls, but no reaction from Bumblebee.
Bumblebee was on one knee, picking up his schoolbag as he heard footsteps on the stairs behind him.
He turned back to see the Mystery Man.
The man walked up to Bumblebee.
"I heard people screaming. Did you have a bad fall or something?"
"Something like that."
"Looks like you cut your leg." The man pulled out a handkerchief, "Here, use this to wrap it up. Are you alright?"
"Yeah," Answered Bumblebee, "It was just a scratch."
The man turned to leave, and walked a few steps.
"Hang on." Said Bumblebee, as though he'd just realized something.
The man sent off a glare over his shoulder, looking at Bumblebee.
It seemed as though there was a great deal of tension between the two of them.
"I forgot to say thanks. Haven't seen you around here before. Tourist, or neighbor?"
"Neighbor. Just moved in yesterday. Call me Crosshairs."
The man turned to leave.
"See ya 'round, kid."
The man left.
"For a westerner," One girl whispered to the others, "That guy doesn't look too bad."
"Maybe, but I like Bumblebee over anything else."
The girls all made their remarks, and Bumblebee continued to ignore them, putting the cloth in his coat and picking up his schoolbag.
Now he was going to get complaints from the nurse.
Again.
In the shadows...
"Back then," Megatron reminisced, "I was weakened."
He recalled what they both thought was the end.
The fire,
No escape,
And him keeping Megatron from escaping.
"If I hadn't faked my own death, He would've ended me for sure."
He then looked at the center of his shirtless chest.
His wounds had healed nicely. But the scars, both physical and psychological, forever remained.
Nothing could hide those ugly scars.
"It's strange..."
Unnatural.
"It seems as though I can hear thoughts in my mind that are not my own..."
He eyed the strange object clinging to him.
"...As though this strange bauble is more than meets the eye."
He could feel them. Squirming, roaming about.
"Even though this 'third eye' has millions of souls within it. It feels as though it is alive itself."
Megatron plotted.
"He knows that I lived beyond our last fight. He knows of my newfound powers; My very own Stand. It feels as though he has developed one himself."
Megatron looked in the mirror.
"My objective is clear; If I am to finally rule this world..."
He knew what he had to do, despite the burden it would bring upon him.
"...I must eradicate Optimus Prime."
Back in Japan...
Optimus and Drift had begun to live with Charlie and Bumblebee.
"This room...is in Traditional Japanese style?"
"Indeed, Optimus." Said Drift, preparing two cups of tea.
"It is...quite cramped."
"In my youth, I said something to that degree myself."
"Oh?"
"Back then, I was not one for tradition. I was simply trying to survive. My parents had overdosed, and left me to myself. I was thankful they did, for they were a cancer to my growth. When they'd moved on, I'd taken a turn for the worse, lashing out like some wounded animal. It is because of you my life has meaning."
Optimus simply gave Drift a distracted stare.
"I apologize," Confessed Optimus, "It was only now I discovered how little I know of your life."
"And I thank you." Said Drift, "When you found me, you didn't care for who I was or what I did, but rather that I was in my darkest hour. However..."
Drift shifted the focus.
"...It does remind me of how little I know about you, despite being your bodyguard."
"My past is rather...complicated."
"How so?"
"It is rather...long. I don't feel very comfortable sharing a great deal of it."
"I've heard you reference historical people as though you knew them."
"As I said, it is complicated. Not even I can make sense of it."
"You are one that can perform miracles, and give people power."
"Indeed. But such power must be given wisely."
"Oh?"
"As I have read from things such as Spider-Man, 'With Great Power, there must come Great Responsibility.'"
"I see. If I am allowed to predict; The one who had created such a story has the makings of greatness, I believe such a person will last a long time yet. Here." Drift concluded, handing Optimus a fresh cup of tea.
Optimus raised the cup to his lips, and drank.
His breathing stifled, he flinched.
"Is something wrong?!" Drift asked frantically, "Was it too hot? Too strong?"
"N-No." Assured Optimus, "I just...It's been quite some time since I consumed something so...flavorful."
"I see. Anyway, about Megatron..."
Optimus's face turned from a slight blush to serious monotony.
"Seeing as we know of him. It would be safe to assume he knows of us."
"I have no doubt. After all..."
Optimus left a cryptic conclusion.
"...He knows of me only too well."
At school...
"Bumblebee, how did you get that cut?" Inquired the school nurse.
"I honestly don't know myself." He answered, sitting in a chair.
"You didn't get into another fight, did you?"
Bumblebee remained silent.
"And take off that mask on your mouth already! I get it, you want to look cool at your age. But, you're not sick, and it's poor manners!"
She tried swiping the mask from Bumblebee's face, only to have him skillfully evade without batting an eye.
The nurse sighed in disappointment. Secretly, part of her wanted to see what Bumblebee's whole face looked like. The boy's complete face was shrouded in mystery, and had been that way ever since junior high.
"Sensei," Asked a relaxed schoolboy, "has Bumblebee ever gotten hurt in a fight? Get real, there's no way that'd happen!"
"Yeah!" Chimed in another boy.
"You've got a point." Admitted the nurse, "Seeing no other alternative, I'll buy that you fell and hurt yourself somehow, scatterbrain~!" She teased.
She then pulled out a pair of scissors, and came closer to Bumblebee's leg.
"What're you trying to pull?!" He snapped, quickly getting defensive.
"I'm cutting you pant-leg," She explained, "I can't treat your wound through your pants, y'know."
"Like hell you are!" He declared, bounding up from his chair.
"Kid, it's either this, or you can bleed out all day." She gave an ultimatum.
"I'll take 'em off then." He offered, "Cutting them would be a waste, uniforms are expensive."
The nurse chuckled.
"Aren't you a stingy kid?"
Bumblebee went to do his business.
"Now then," Said the nurse, turning her attention to the other 2 boys, "I'll just take your temperature and prove you're faking sick."
"B-But ma'am," Protested the boys, "We really do have colds!"
"Yeah! Let us go home early!"
The nurse chuckled as the boys struggled to keep their charade running. Bumblebee turned back and took off his coat. The handkerchief from before slipped out, and fell to the ground.
"I completely forgot about that rag." Thought Bumblebee. He stooped down to pick it up and examine it.
And then he saw it.
"Bumblebee Watson, I will kill you right now with my Stand! -Crosshairs." Was scribbled on a side of the cloth he didn't see before.
It all made sense now...
Crosshairs must've used his Stand to trip Bumblebee on the stairs!
Just as Bumblebee's eyes laid upon the writing, Crosshairs began his assault.
"Hey...S-Sensei?" Said one schoolboy.
Bumblebee quickly snapped out of his daze to witness the incident.
"W-What's happening? What're you doing?!"
"What's it look like?" She asked, "I'm shaking out the Thermometer to reset it!"
In truth, she was shaking a pen violently, spraying ink all over. Her body itself was moving unnaturally, shaking violently as though she were possessed. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, as though she'd lost her mind.
Scratch that, she really was possessed.
"Sensei...T-That's a pen."
"A pen?! Does this look like a pen to you?!"
It was then that Bumblebee saw it.
It looked like some sort of tail, like that of a scorpion, trailing from under the nurse's skirt.
It must be Crosshairs's Stand!
"How dumpf can you bee?!" Questioned the mentally compromised nurse, "This actually looks like a pen to you?!"
Her mouth was frothing. It was safe to assume that whatever this Stand was, it was messing with her vital organs.
"Here..." She croaked, "Have..."
She then savagely thrust the pen forward, right at the schoolboys.
"...A LOOK!" She screeched, her voice becoming more grotesque by the second.
And suddenly, Bumblebee's Stand once more sprang into action.
With a single arm, the Stand snatched the demented nurse by her armed wrist. With potency and skill, it kept a firm grip. It had managed to stop the the pen mere centimeters from one of the schoolboys' eyes. Unfortunately, much like Deadlock, the Stand had made the decision to make itself visible to everyone.
"What the heck is that thing?!"
"Looks like some kinda evil spirit!"
"There's freaky shit goin' on right now!"
"Both of you, get out of here, NOW!" Ordered Bumblebee.
Thankfully, the two schoolboys ran so fast, Bumblebee wasn't even able to consider repeating himself.
Bumblebee didn't know why he reacted the way he did, or why he reacted so quickly.
He released the nurse, and the Stand disappeared.
"Bumbuhbee..." She blurted out, "Doesh thish luck liake a pen t-to you too?"
Suddenly, she quickly lashed out at Bumblebee as well.
Bumblebee skillfully snagged her wrist...
...Only to find that the nurse was stronger than she looked.
She was quite close to gouging out Bumblebee's left eye, but the pen instead sunk into Bumblebee's cheek. He grunted in pain. Where did she get such strength? Was this Crosshairs's doing?
"That tail thing!" Thought Bumblebee, "Is that a Stand of some kind?"
Bumblebee's detective skills were beginning to deduce the truth.
Crosshairs used his Stand to trip Bumblebee. Therefore, the Stand must have some sort of projectile attack. The Stand was messing with the nurse, and making her try to kill everyone around her. Therefore, it must have some kind of possession ability.
Now he could focus on not dying.
"Before you ask," Said a familiar voice, "I tripped you on the stairs."
Bumblebee looked to his right, only to find Crosshairs sitting in an open window.
"You?!"
"Heyo, kid. Short time no see. And yeh, my Stand's infecting that nurse with a nuerotoxin to force her to kill you."
"What the fuck are you babbling about?!"
"What 'm tryin ta say," Explained Crosshairs, "Is that my Stand is making her kill you. But the way things are now, attacking my Stand is only gonna hurt the nurse in the process."
"Who're you really?"
"Are you dense, kid? My name is Crosshairs. But my Stand..."
Suddenly, the tail had coiled upward, arching from the nurse, as though the tail belonged to her body.
"...My Stand's named Scorponok!"
The nurse became more violent than before, and quickly began to overpower Bumblebee.
"Although I should be your friend, I've been sent to kill you. An' I don' really fail at doing jobs."
The nurse began to force Bumblebee down, and shifted into a downward stab with the pen.
However, it was just then Bumblebee saw it.
Under her clothes, the nurse was shouldering some sort of strange and unnatural shape.
It didn't take a genius to know what.
"When you put it that way..."
Suddenly, Bumblebee had gotten the drop on the nurse, and placed on hand on her shoulder, on the other on her collar. The position painfully twisted the pen right out of Bumblebee's cheek, drawing a small stream of blood.
Bumblebee did the unthinkable, and pulled the nurse into a tight embrace, placing his head on her shoulder.
Crosshairs was absolutely stunned by the unexpected move.
Suddenly, Bumblebee's Stand appeared and phased right through the nurse, holding a massive, scorpion-like creature in a powerful bear hug.
(Transformers 2007 Scorponok)
"...It sounds like all I have to do is separate the two of them. But now that I got a good look at it..."
Scorponok struggled as it wriggled in the Stand's grip, unable to escape its golden clutches.
"...The only things it looks like it can do is just possess people. Like the cowardly worm it is."
Crosshairs chuckled.
"You're gonna regret ripping Scorponok offa her, kid."
He suddenly grunted.
"Don't try to be the tough guy right now," Sneered Bumblebee, "My Stand's got yours in a wrestling hug. And I can tell the same thing's happening to you."
Bumblebee tested a theory. He had his Stand squeeze tighter. Sure enough, Crosshairs felt it in his torso.
"If I crush your Stand now," Concluded Bumblebee, "You'll be crushed too. I think I'll keep a hand on it for now."
It was clear that Crosshairs knew something. Something that Bumblebee wanted.
"I'm taking you to big Op," Explained Bumblebee, "I'm sure he and I both would like to get some answers out of you. About Megatron, and whatever else is going on in this crazy world."
Suddenly, the windows behind Crosshairs snapped shut.
Scorponok suddenly sprouted two arms, with long claws. Scorponok then began to change shape entirely.
Along with the arms, Scorponok's head shifted on its shoulders, the torso folded in two, and compressed. The six legs all stopped squirming, and shifted into two larger legs.
This was unexpected.
"Told ya, little brat." Sneered Crosshairs.
Suddenly, Scorponok's arms came together, and began to rub his hands.
"Don't pull anything funny!" Ordered Bumblebee.
He spoke too late.
Scorponok twisted its hands, and fired a hailstorm of over-sized darts at Bumblebee's Stand. The Stand, unable to evade fast enough, wound up caught in the direct middle of the attack. The force was strong enough to send the Stand flying right back at Bumblebee. In fact, the Stand ended up knocking into Bumblebee's body, and the two flew across the room, and crashed as though they were one being.
Bumblebee's body struck the door to the nurse's office, and fell to the ground just outside of the room. The Stand warped, and was no longer visible.
Such an attack...It was so overwhelming...
"So, whaddaya think?" Asked Crosshairs tauntingly, "Looks like you've had enough."
Suddenly, the two took notice of the nurse.
They could here her bones crack.
She fell to the floor, limp and almost lifeless.
"What happened?! I removed the Stand!" Questioned Bumblebee.
"As I told you, brat," Answered Crosshairs, "Attacking my Stand would hurt her as well. Y'see, Scorponok is a symbiote-thing. Basically, he uses other people as hosts, and if you rip Scorponok from his host...Well, you can see what happens."
Crosshairs delivered the hard truth.
"It's all your fault, Bumble-brat!" He jeered, "This is all on you! You did this to 'er, no' me! If you'd just lemme kill you to begin with, she'd-a been fine! But no~o! You just 'ad to make things harder on yaself!"
Bumblebee slowly got to his feet, his features darkened.
He was pissed.
"Still tryin? Honestly, you're like a punchin' bag, and Scorponok's the boxer!"
Bumblebee had successfully propped himself up, and locked eyes with Crosshairs.
"I never said Bumblebee Watson was a good guy..."
Bumblebee lied. He was never truly a delinquent, he was too afraid to cross the line. His entire reputation for a badass bad-boy was all stemming from an inferiority complex. Although he played a good act, he was still a good boy deep down.
"I've beaten the snot outta people. And I go the extra mile. In fact, a ton of the people I've busted up are still in the hospital."
Most of those victims being the ones from four days ago.
"Then there were some shitty teachers who put themselves too high, and started getting a bit outta line with girls and boys alike. So, I taught 'em a lesson. None of those arrogant pricks ever came back."
The only reason Bumblebee wasn't expelled yet was due to his antics exposing faculty who'd abused students in the worst ways.
"And if I go to a restaurant that serves me bad food, I stiff 'em on the bill and never grace them with my presence twice."
He'd done such a deed 5 times. At least, those were the ones he actually kept count of.
"And yet...Even a helpless bastard like me knows true evil when he sees it!"
The sight was unmistakable.
"A true monster uses people who can't protect themselves for their own gain! And use those poor souls up, and throw 'em aside when they're done! Innocent women, men, and kids! That's exactly what you're doing-hiding behind a meat shield! And since the law doesn't know about Stands, you get off Scott-free with 'em!"
Crosshairs was unnerved, and didn't know why.
"That's why..."
Bumblebee's words sunk in like an anchor.
"...I'll be the one to serve up some justice!"
"Oh? I'm the bad guy? Says the kid who breaks the law in all sortsa ways!"
Suddenly, Scorponok's limbs began to grow to larger size, and sent them all right for Bumblebee. Bumblebee sprang around the room, doing his best not to get tangled in the evil Stand's monstrous grip.
Suddenly, Bumblebee slipped by a table, and used his Stand to send the table right at Crosshairs.
Scorponok's tail simply struck the table, and exploded it into splinters.
Bumblebee did well to evade Scorponok. Crosshairs knew how to put a stop that.
Crosshairs threw the tails of his duster coat, as though they were flapping in the wind, and unveiled the gun holsters on his hips. He pulled out his left gun, and took aim at Bumblebee.
He fired.
Bumblebee's Stand appeared, and acted as though he was in Bumblebee's place. Although the Stand took the bullet, Bumblebee could feel the power the gun held, and stumbled to a stop.
One second was all Scorpnok needed to grab Bumblebee.
"Right then," Sighed Crosshairs, "Let's get this done with. I've got more important things to do."
Scorponok readied itself to fire another blossom of darts.
"Sorry buddy," Consoled Bumblebee, "Might wanna take a rain check."
Scorponok screeched as it fired a hailstorm of darts. It was much bigger than last time, and seemed as though it would end Bumblebee for sure.
Suddenly, Bumblebee's Stand appeared once more.
Its hands shifted, and became covered by a pair of very large star-shaped rotary saws. The blades spun with such speed, they began to glow with raw power. The Stand then shielded Bumblebee from the final blow, and effortlessly deflected Scorponok's darts. Scorpnok shrunk back to size, and released Bumblebee. The Stand retracted its deadly saws in favor of hands-on attacks.
"What in the-!" Piped up Crosshairs.
"Eat a knuckle sandwich! They're on sale!" Quipped Bumblebee as his Stand wrung Scorponok by it's neck, and proceeded to shake it senseless. This damage went to Crosshairs, who began to shake back and forth violently.
The Stand curled its fist with its free hand. A cloud of red lightning cackled in its fist, amplifying the Stands power.
It delivered a hook to Scorponok's head, and cracked its face open.
Then, the Stand began to open fire with a hailstorm of punches, further beating Crosshairs senseless.
"Now this is justice!" Observed Bumblebee, and his Stand finished Scorponok with a devastating uppercut.
The impact was so great, it went through the nurse's office, and was sent upward through the school, shattering every window in the building with a sonic boom. Students and faculty alike were absolutely shocked and confused by the inexplicable event.
Just as suddenly, Crosshairs popped like a balloon full of blood, and bled out like a hose.
"T-That...Blows..." Belted out Crosshairs right before passing out from sudden blood loss.
"Despite its looks," Said Bumblebee, "My Stand isn't a twerp. And good for me, it looks like its got some boost to it."
Bumblebee then went to the nurse, and quickly examined her.
"Critical, not fatal. She'll be just fine after treatment."
Bumblebee then heard faculty and students thumping down the halls, and drawing nearer.
"Was that some explosion?!"
"Sounded like a gas leak!"
"Look! The damage indicates it came from the nurse's office!"
"Everyone, get back to your classes! Let the faculty handle this!"
Bumblebee got up. There was no way in hell he'd be able to explain this, nor was he motivated to do so.
The staff could handle it themselves.
Bumblebee hefted Crosshairs over his shoulders, nearly crushed by the adult's weight.
"I think I'll ditch school today."
He then dumped Crosshairs out of the window, which was thankfully on the ground floor, and hopped outside. He then used his Stand to support Crosshairs, and began the stressful walk back home.
At the Watson Residence...
Charlie was currently sweeping the porch to the house.
Just then, she felt a strange twinge. As though her mind just got a little bigger, more connected.
Something had stung her in her back.
"Ow!" She piped up.
She tried reaching for whatever stung her, but found nothing.
She simply shrugged, and continued with her task.
"Maybe Bumblebee's thinking about my, his mom, right now...Maybe he misses his mama!"
"Nope."
Bumblebee was standing in the doorway, with a severely beaten man on his shoulders.
"Bumblebee?! Wh-What about school?! Who is that man?! He's caked in blood!"
She then asked the question she feared most.
"Did...Did you do that to him?"
"It doesn't concern you, Mama." Deadpanned Bumblebee. The boy then turned, and continued to walk down the outdoor path of the house.
"B-Bumblebee...Where are you going?"
"To find Ops. I got a few questions for him."
"Oh...He should be in the tea room, with Mister Drift."
Bumblebee went to the room without another word.
"Bumblebee..." Thought Charlie, "Why does that boy not tell me about these sorts of things? Even though I'm his...his...I just worry about him."
"Oh, by the way, Mama." Said Bumblebee, startling Charlie, "You look pale, everything okay?"
"Um...Yeah! Just fine!"
Bumblebee then turned and continued on his way.
In the Tea Room...
"How did Crosshairs come to be this way?" Inquired Optimus.
"You know him?"
"I sent him on an undercover mission to locate Megatron. But it would appear that Megatron located him."
"Explains why your 'buddy' tried to kill me an hour ago."
"If Megatron has enthralled him," Said Drift, "It may very well be too late to save him."
"An ending I will not accept, Drift." Affirmed Optimus.
"Did I beat him too hard?"
"No, this is not your doing. The damage done lies far deeper than that of which you dealt."
"So, what made his go bad?"
"This."
Optimus pulled off Crosshairs's helmet, and revealed a small glowing, purple crystal embedded in his forehead.
"What the heck is that?"
TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N: A classic Roundabout ending! I might've missed the cue for it last time, but I made up for it with this! Although I didn't want to run the flow of badass and serious stuff, I'm doing what I can to bring in as many memes as possible! I felt like putting in a Stan Lee reference somewhere, this was the best place I could think of at the moment!
For those of you who believe that all I did with this story is just switch the names, think again! The plot will diverge from Jojo's Bizarre Adventure in due time. But for now, I'll withhold what is to come.
So, you thought Crosshairs would have a different Stand, huh?
Don't worry! Scorponok won't be his Stand for much longer...
Leave a review thinking what Crosshairs's Stand will be!
I've started concepts for crossovers of Phantom Blood, Battle Tendency, and Diamond is Unbreakable! Although those will come in the future, I'm starting off with Part 1.
And when that starts, you might find something bizarre...
I'll write up Chapter 1 for Part 1 as fast as I can! That way, you won't have to be kept in suspense forever!
Leave a review, they're much appreciated and show that you care!